Brian Taylor has been a Poet and Philosopher in Cornwall, England and the Far East.
Tag Archives: dance
Mind moveswith the breathwhich fuels this articulated dollfrom birth to death. What starts out as routine maintenancefor a puppet with entangled stringsdevelops to a share in the danceof the dragon that eternally sings. But, first, the intention,clear and well definedfor … Continue reading
A dry Juneand roses and honeysuckletumble in riotous flowerdown the path, below the gate,in anticipation of drought. They rush slowly(keeping vegetable time)towards the battlefieldof fern and bramblewhich flows,inconclusively,to the cliff edge.Beyond, the sea. The mind takes on the colourof what … Continue reading
The Serpents dance hypnoticallyfilling the Void with Thought.And in their game of wish-fulfilmentthe Sons of Man are caught. Slaves to the Dream Creations,enflamed by its Hot Desires,craving ever-new sensations,singed by the Ancient Fires,they sinkfrom brightness into embersfrom cinders into dust,with … Continue reading
The sun shineson the pathsilent and still. Either sideshadowstwist and turncalling on the mindto lose itself in a dancewith its own reflections. .
I wandered lonely with the crowdto dine by moonlight where the mermaid goeswhen, looking up, I saw a cloudof jostling dancing mosquitoes:above my head, above my seatspinning down hungrily for something to eat. Continuous as the stars that shineand twinkle … Continue reading
Opium heals, applying a chemical bellows to the Vital Heat; a golden silence. At what cost! Matchstick limbs out of Auschwitz, fever-bright eyes. Such sweet poison! Music heals, early music; Greek Olympian music. Clusters of notes with open phrasing dancing … Continue reading
Who dances not knows not what is done. Even Indra turns his back upon the sun. The many lose their hunger in the fullness of the One. The One loses oneness in the hunger of the many.